The small village of Vík lay peacefully beneath a blanket of snow, its iconic red-roofed church standing resolute on the hill. Golden sunlight warmed the rocky cliffs and danced on the distant sea, where the mysterious Reynisdrangar sea stacks rose like ancient guardians. Villagers went about their morning, bundled in coats and scarves, while the crisp ocean breeze carried stories of legends and waves crashing against the black sand shore. From atop the hill, one could feel the magic of Iceland, where nature and myths intertwined.
An engineer with passion to photography and an expat living in the Netherlands... I try to show the beauties of the Netherlands and the other countries have to offer through my camera. Being awarded 3rd place in one of the Sony's contest motivated me a lot through this passion... Read more…